Know Her Lyrics

She gotta arch I ain't talking Noah

I'm serving rocky I ain't talking boa

Walk in the party make a bitch hold up

I took her home I ain't een know her

I leave a opp mashed on the floor

She want some Prada,Fendi,Dior

Count up a 100 bands need more

She got the weed all in her braw

Im tryna tussle its gone be a brawl

Have ni**ahs gushing its gone be a ball

My ni**ahs busing we gone hit em all

Im serving weed and pills inna mall

Making money like a boss

I have her screaming running up the walls

Have her body jumping like a frog

Only hundreds on me cause I hate counting 20s

You not in my gang you not running with me

Im swinging first yeah I neva say hit me

She got some buck teeth like she Timmy

She want some good hair like some Remy

I keep the bag so she call me Richie ( Rod )

He aint even gotta temp me

I gotta mag hold more then 50

I feel bad for the whole city

She get on top so I call her tippy

We get em knocked off ain't no pity

Her pussy pink as hell ms piggy

I get em stepped on like the griddy

I make her wet I ain't gotta talk

Money on me like a vault

She got some good head call her jaw

Bitch I'm a dread head like I'm bob

I drive the whipper like a nascar

And I aint neen gotta car

I might just smoke a blunt and land on mars

I just like looking up there at the stars

I let my chopper run all through the car

Bitch I'm a bad man no heart

Diamond chain ,Balmain ,pinky ring cost me a couple houses

Private plane, gettin brain ,rocket chains I done spent a couple thousands

And making cake and getting paid and missing days them the only things i think about

My momma told me that I'm getting older the world is colder son change the route

I don't want no beef lets keep it street lets solve this beef Q cool wit everybody

I always keep my heat I'm neva lacking ni**ah touch me I'm on some red dot em

Catch em speaking on me thats a dead body

Tell em grab the laser finna head shot em

We can't spin his block cause the feds watching

We gone get his top when we go head hunting

I'll run wit that glock keep my legs running

I can't talk to no cop i get scared of em

I can't give up my life i got bread on it

I got bread on it

Tell em bet on it

Give my young like 200 you dead homie

Money long like my dread quit playing homie

20 bands in my pants wit some led on me

Im just saying better watch what you saying homie

I go hard in dis shit I ain't have no daddy

Wanna fight ni**ah drop the addy

Wanna hop in some flames you can't handle get at me

Yeah I know a ni**ag name Randel get active

And I know some ni**ahs wit hammers who packing

Tell em ni**ahs get back for we scratch em

Bullets make holes they don't come wit no patches

And we get em gone just for doing all that acting

Im wit the gang

Ni**ahs tryna find me don't know where i be

Yeah I just be low and on go wit my pole

On the road wit my 4 dem my muffuken Gs

I creep in the night in the day time you know that I'm clocking in tryna get me some cheese

You know that I'm clocked in tryna get me some cheese

Broke ass ni**ah